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Jimmy and No Smoking

I’m doing very well with ‘no smoking’, to the point that I’m only mentioning it because I’m sure a few of you wonder. And my entries exist in part to cure wonderment :-)

When I lived in the East Village, I befriended a neighborhood bar/restaurant owner named Jimmy. “Uzeet, come here. I want you to taste the sauce.” That’s the invite he’d extend to me every afternoon when I walked past his restaurant on my way home.

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and Jimmy is no exception. I have a love for the man because he fed me, took my advice, and came to me time and again for confidence and straight-up guy-bonding.

After closing his business, Jimmy opened a new bar in the Village, and ran into tremendous legal/zoning/use problems at his new location, the likes of which my firm would be retained to resolve. Or at least attempt to resolve.

We took the project pro-bono and after hitting 2 or 3 roadblocks and without us taking ‘no’ for an answer, we finally made magic happen last Thursday. In a meeting between my father (the boss), Jimmy, and the Commissioner of the department, Jimmy finally will be able to both operate his business legally and get a new liquor license.

Being able to help a friend out so significantly, and to do so in a way that is so impressive and altruistic feels downright incredible.

2:20 p.m. - 2006-02-06

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